Data Pagans

Yo, these Data Pagans Got a lotta hearts forsaken Run his demons off a cliff So he can bring home all the bacon Taken to a futuristic African location But I didn't have credentials So you know I had to break in People say Ouens, that's a lot of noise you making Hasten as they try to tune in to another station Drop a little bit of shit Just to rub your face in Step into the congregation And I leave their spirits shaken On some James Bond shit It's a lame, long trip If your goal is just to one day sign your name on tits These clowns are lame It's a paraplegic circus The density of Osmium embedded in my verses That's a lot of shit you've written Now what's the fuckin purpose Attach me to your spinal column Hack your central nervous Boiling in the underground Bubble to the surface Busting out my alchemy Just to reverse all of your curses You wouldn't catch me dead Being chauffeured in your hearses Elephant Apostle, man At your fuckin service